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Confused, I reply "I'm not royal-" I cut myself off as the weight of the incident dawns on me.
"King George Frederick The Third of Great Britain and Ireland." I sighed as a heavy blush rolled over my cheeks.
I slowly raise my head to m...
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✧･ﾟ: Chapter 38 - The Waves of London Harbour *:･ﾟ✧
18th of January 1761
Y/N's POV
The sun was falling on what was possibly the longest day of my life. The orange glow pored through the windows of the King's cabin, igniting the room with a sunset I would never be able to appreciate.
Lunch had concluded painfully and afterwards I had been escorted to the King's quarters of the ship by the King himself. He placed a 'sweet' kiss on my cheeks as I gazed at the ground unwilling to make eye contact with the kidnapper. He then graciously allowed me to seat myself on the bed, handing me a book.
A wave of relief overtook me at the prospect of some time to myself away from George. However much to my 'delight' George didn't leave. My gaze curiously watched as he seated himself at the desk in the room, completing important 'catch-up' work.
I sigh as I move to lay on my side, curling myself up in a loose ball, I buried myself under the cosy covers of the bed, cowering away from George's occasional glances. Heat radiated off me as I lay in my dozy, half-awake state; comforted by the fact that I knew he would leave me alone if he thought I was sleeping.
I occupied myself under the covers by considering various escape plans; one sticking out in my mind, one that may be possible. I steadied my breathing my mind racking through the logistics of this plan and how I may execute it.
However, my planning was cut short as I roused to the sounds of quiet footsteps making their way through the room, tapping across the hardwood, coming closer and closer to me. The ominous tapping stopped by the bedside, causing me to hold my breath.
"Love?" I tensed up slightly, at the sound of a whisper beside my ear. I felt George's arm rest on my shoulder atop the covers. I desperately attempted to steady my breathing as I felt his hot breath on my cheeks, his intense gaze boring into me.
I forced myself to remain still as I felt a slight shuffling beside me before George carefully caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, his light chuckle filling the room.
"Sleep well love, the ship has docked. You will be home soon." I felt a small grin cross my face at the mention of the ship's docking. The slight shuffling beside me snapped me out of my thoughts. I held in a sigh of relief as I heard footsteps make their way out of the room, the sound of a door closing, signalling my freedom - or at least some peace and quiet.
I waited under the covers for a moment, listening as the footsteps now echoed above my head a distant British voice confirming the King's absence.
I threw the covers off my body, fed up with lying motionless for the majority of the day. I paced around the room, attempting to gather my thoughts and construct my plan.
